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FROM THE HOUSE OF LORDS SAVING NORFOLK BROADS.
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Post by RICHARD YEO on Aug 25, 2016 0:20:22 GMT -6
richard enters on the rock for the second time in the last 24 hours in last night’s clothes, aftershave substituting deodorant and the gall to test how long a walk of shame can go on for before it qualifies as a fully-fledged marathon of remorse.
it’s past seven and the nightclub isn’t open yet. the bar is but there’s only so many customers while the light of day is still outside. one recognises richard – he thinks they do anyway – and he gets a small smile and a subtle nod. richard doesn’t recognise him but he grins back as he walks.
leaning against the bar counter, richard’s shirt strains. his sleeves are rolled up – crinkled around the elbow for the past 18 hours – and along his forearm is the scrawl of bold, black sharpie. there are three bullet points written on his skin but the biggest, in all caps, is ‘TAB!!!!!’.
knocking against the smooth wood of the bar counter with his knuckle, richard calls out, “anyone home?”
“i’m here to settle a tab.”
and with on the rock’s vip room in the picture, richard doesn’t think it’ll be pretty. what would he know, though. he barely remembers it.
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Post by ALYSON MONTALBAN on Aug 25, 2016 13:49:39 GMT -6
 hey, you wanna be my baby (baby baby)
— you're falling into me, you're coming back just like the beginning. alyson rolled her shoulders and stretched her legs, groaning as they twinged. thank god there were no vip reservations scheduled for a few days. cleaning the aftermath of last night had been seriously back cramping.
it was surprisingly fitting for park rangers to be "party animals," pardon the pun. her eyes crinkled as she remembered how she had been dragged into their antics. it had been fun, really, even with her limited alcohol consumption.
"coming!" she called out at the sound of a knock and a voice.
slipping into the bar from the backroom, aly flashed an award-winning smile. "oh, mr. yeo! i'll go get that done for you right now." no comment on his admittedly hilarious appearance.
"so your total comes to..." she quickly double checked the addition. "$666." how could she forget, the last round of drinks they ordered was done for the sake of a comical total.
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Post by RICHARD YEO on Aug 25, 2016 21:10:32 GMT -6
now that’s a smile richard likes to see; all dazzling pearly-whites. he fully leans onto the bar counter with his forearms against the surface and he returns a big ol’ smile himself, “aly, love, i had no idea you’d be on today.”
richard keeps his fingers crossed that’s her name. she’s a regular feature behind the bar at on the rocks and, as bits of pieces of memory fit together from last night, she was around yesterday too. he remembers a toast the moment she arrived with a round – what had it been, their sixth? “–er, as well. you were on last night too, weren’t you?”
his moment of uncertainty is over when he hears ‘mr. yeo’ but it’s hard to feign exasperation through growing humour. humour’s the most comfortable thing in day old clothes and he calls after her as she gets the tab, “christ’s sake, call me richard, alright?”
$666. richard frowns as he’s caught at the crossroads as he says, “i don’t know whether to say ‘that much?’ or ‘is that all’?” he moves to reach into his jeans’ back pocket before he comes to another realisation. it’s the second bullet point on his arm.
richard puts his best sultry voice as he asks, “did i leave my wallet here last night?”
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